The street stops being merely pavement that carries you to your next destination the moment a sound makes you stop.

A guitar from the corner. A saxophone beside the water. A melody drifting in the wind. A musician sitting against a wall, playing to anyone willing to listen.

For a moment, the rest of the world stops. A street that was simply a path to somewhere else becomes a stage.

To look at the faces behind the music is an exercise in immense amazement.

Every face in this gallery carries a story I will never know. Somewhere along the way, life brought them here—to play their music.

Then we walk on.

The musicians remain behind, but somehow the music comes with us.

Echoes of stories carried in the wind.
And in my case, pictures too.